you look to your left and see a tower of 4 or 5 chicken bones. you look to your right, spying a crate of documents which all look sorta burnt and melted together. a large platter is slammed down upon the broken table, nearly fixing it. "well eh howsabout that huh" steve says with still some vigor, lifting the lid to reveal a medium amount of dried bread and a couple of needles. tonight you shall feast
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